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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Niles Groce
Niles Groce
Songwriter
Nicholas Varvatsoulis
Nicholas Varvatsoulis
Songwriter
Ishmael Elijah Hurst
Ishmael Elijah Hurst
Songwriter
Matthew James
Matthew James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nickdapiff
Nickdapiff
Producer
Jamescraft
Jamescraft
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
James Reed
James Reed
Additional Engineer
Snapz
Snapz
Producer
Ookami
Ookami
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Say, I'm walkin' 'round with my chest out
Who these **** claim to be, it never checked out
I'm goin' in, dawg, feel like I'm the best out
She gon' put up with my shit as long as she ain't left out
The world chilly like a left-eye
Cold world, baby, tea bag
I know **** envy, they be fishin', I don't seabags
Couldn't get her up the stairs, so I just fucked her on the bean bag
Say, I'll get a **** whole team bagged, aye
He got a **** whole crew murked
I don't take drugs, but do perks, like I'm from the Bronx 'cause I keep some new yerks
I'm in New York, yeah, my name Bill, I was locked up in Buffalo
Had the CO bring the set, she hit the news, got in trouble though
I was trappin' out the W, got bows in the bungalow
Better say my name straight, little pussy hoe, with no underscore (Oh yeah)
Shake it like a Jamaican, baby, pon di floor
You was talkin' like you was a pro, now take this dick, what you runnin' for?
My lil' Louisiana bitch, she walk in the house and grab the dick
I caught the play and ran the blitz, got all them pussy **** hit
I got a .380 with a clip, walked in with a blick on my hip
I like the way you talk, you walk like you got a disc in your hip
How you got a dick in yo' shit, baby?
I spent a ticket on you, baby
I like your stance, the way you dance, I don't even like faggots grabbin' on ya
Yeah, yeah, I bounced back from that shit and came back better, they like, "How?"
Send my lil' cracker bitch through the bank teller like, "Wow"
I ain't even up no bean, ****, I just hate fellow
Purple Wok', Codeine, but I ain't gon' lie, that green taste better, yeah, yeah
Jumped out the drop, I'm ready to pop any **** top who think they that
She like the sniper between her legs while she be playin' with my dreads
Woke up this mornin' in the bricks, just me Lil' Taz, Lil' Crix, Lil' Red
I'm smokin' Krip, get outta my face, that Zaza shit, that shit be Ritz
Sosa and Golden, they so SG, snatch and grab shit like the feds
That shit you told a **** ain't gon' do shit, but just make somebody mad
Young **** was trollin', I aint forgot shit, I'm just plottin', I'm on they ass
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Derek Garcia, Ishmael Elijah Hurst, Matthew James, Nicholas Varvatsoulis, Niles Groce
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